Kurt had noticed the presence of the three friends since they approached the bar. When he saw Blaine, he felt an electric shock go through his body. He had not forgotten the fact that Blaine had left him to wake up alone the last time they had sex. It was time for revenge.

Puck distracted him from his thoughts when he began to complain for what seemed like the umpteenth time of the night.

"Hey, buddy. I know this place is like, I dunno, paradise for you but this is not right. I need girls, okay? Lots of fun for you and nothing for me. Pucksaurus is not happy."

Kurt rolled his eyes, annoyed. He needed to find a way to distract Finn and Puck to get close to Blaine.

"If this is so uncomfortable for you, for both of you," he said turning to Finn, "then feel free to leave."

Finn punched Puck on the arm and shook his head. "No, dude. We're fine."

Kurt was not dumb. He knew exactly why he was accompanied by his brother and best friend to these kinds of places. But he didn't care. He would get back at the younger boy, no matter what.

He looked back at the bar and this time, he did not like what he saw.

Blaine was no longer accompanied by his two friends. He was now talking to a blond man who seemed very interested in the boy. Kurt felt anger rise in his body. But there was something else. A feeling burning deep inside him that he could not name. He wanted to rip the guy's head off. He convinced himself that it was only because the man was ruining his plans of payback. He would not let him take what he wanted. Blaine was his prey.

While watching the scene that unfolded in front of him, he noticed that Blaine turned around looking for something. When he found what he sought, he sighed with relief and smiled. Kurt realized he was observing his friends. He smiled maliciously and made up a plan in his head.

"Hey, Puck! You said there weren't any girls for you here. Well, tonight's your lucky night because I've just spotted two lonely girls who would love to get some Pucksaurus love."

Puck's eyes lit up and he followed Kurt's gaze until he caught sight of the girls. They made their way towards them, Kurt shifting his strut to the bar. Blaine was about to take a sip of his drink when Kurt said in a casual tone.

"Well, look who we have here."

The younger boy turned around quickly, almost pouring his drink on his lap. His eyes were wide with a mixture of fear and nervousness.

"Shit."

Quinn and Santana hadn't noticed the encounter between the two boys yet. They were talking to each other when Finn and Puck reached their table.

"Hello, ladies," said Puck in a flirty tone. Both of them lifted their eyes to the guys. Santana raised her eyebrows and smiled. Quinn, on the other hand, frowned and eyed them cautiously.

"Well, hello," answered Santana as she shamelessly eyed him up and down. Finn looked rather uncomfortable and stood behind Puck with his arms crossed and his attention to the dance floor.

Puck asked for their names and Santana quickly gave him hers. Quinn, however, remained silent. He took notice and focused his attention on her, loving the challenge of a woman who played hard to get.

"What's your name, hottie?" Quinn gave him a bored look and didn't answer him.

'Tough one,' he thought happily.

But just as he was going to continue his advances on the blond girl, Santana took notice of Kurt talking to Blaine. She nudged Quinn quickly and both of them stood up immediately, not bothering to excuse themselves.

From the corner of his eye, Kurt saw the two girls were getting out of their seats and making their way to where he and Blaine were. Santana stopped next to Blaine and crossed her arms.

"You need something?" she said arching her eyebrow and moving slightly so that she was standing between him and Blaine. Quinn grabbed Blaine's hand and made him stand up. The blond man that had been talking to the boy looked surprised at the second interruption to his chat with Blaine.

Kurt remained calmed and smiled. "Just saying hi to a friend."

"He ain't your friend, sugar. And he doesn't want to talk to you, so beat it."

"Hey, bro, is everything alright?"

Puck and Finn came near with questioning looks on their faces. When Finn saw Blaine, his eyes widened and a rush of emotions came to him. He was excited to see the younger boy again but he was afraid of Kurt's actions. He had a mischievous grin and didn't seem bothered by the presence of the two girls. Finn didn't like this, Kurt had something planned out and it involved Blaine.

He and Puck stood at Kurt's side. This now looked like a battlefield, with Quinn and Santana protecting Blaine and Puck and Finn standing by Kurt. The only one caught between fires seemed to be Tom, the man that had been talking to Blaine.

The tension was palpable and Blaine felt horrible. He knew it had been a bad idea coming to this particular bar. He didn't want to make a scene, especially since they weren't inside that place legally.

Kurt noticed Blaine's discomfort and smiled. He figured he just needed to woo him again and Blaine would make his friends back off.

"Blaine," he said with a husky voice. Blaine made eye contact with him as he continued, "Why don't you come with me? Let's talk somewhere privately. Just you and me."

He was certain Blaine would accept. The kid had a crush on him, after all. But like he had told Kurt before, he was younger, but certainly not dumber.

"No."

Everyone turned to look at Blaine. His voice was firm and he was staring at Kurt with an unreadable expression. Kurt was taken aback but tried his best not to show it. Santana looked proud and gave Kurt a mocking smile.

"I'm sorry, Kurt. But I was talking to Tom over here. And I'd appreciate it if you'd let us be."

Tom, that seemed to have been forgotten until that moment, drew closer to Blaine. He grabbed Tom's arm.

"Wanna dance?" he said, already moving towards the dance floor. The guy wasted no time and grabbed Blaine's waist. They got lost in the sea of dancing men soon enough.

Kurt was infuriated. The turmoil of emotions he had felt when he first saw Blaine talking to the guy at the bar came back. He hated that Blaine made him feel so many things. He hated feelings. But two could play the game.

Santana and Quinn were sort of relieved that the confrontation had ended and that Blaine seemed fairly happy with his hot dance partner.

Finn, however, saw Kurt's face and really got scared. He had never seen Kurt so angry before. Of course, it was nice to see some sort of expression in his brothers' face as he disappeared into the crowded dance floor. He just was worried for Blaine's safety.

When Kurt made his way to the dance floor after Blaine, Santana seized Finn's arm and said,

"C'mon, you are helping me keep your friend in line." Finn had a panicked look on his face and didn't dare to say no. They disappeared into the crowded place, leaving Quinn and Puck alone.

He shifted closer to her and she rolled her eyes.

"Stop right there. I'm not interested. Contrary to the image you have of yourself, you're not that hot and I'm not a whore that's going to make out with you by the bathroom doors. So don't waste time and words because you're not convincing me otherwise."

Puck was flabbergasted. It was the first time he had been rejected before even being able to use his charming and seductive ways.

'Heck, it's the first time I've been rejected. Ever.' He thought as she opened up her mouth to speak again.

"And before you ask, the reason why I don't leave you here all by yourself is because my friends have disappeared in the sea of people and when it's time for the three of us to go you're going to help me find them, understood?"

Puck nodded frantically. Now he was hooked. Not only did this girl have a strong character, she was not interested at all. And that made him interested.

"But, can I least ask your name?"

She seemed to truly consider whether or not to tell him her name. At the end, she figured it could do no harm.

"I'm Quinn."

"Quinn, I'm Noah Puckerman. But please, feel free to call me Puck." He winked at her and she rolled her eyes but smiled briefly.

"Now, I promise I won't try anything. I'd actually fear for my life if I did, but can I invite you a drink? You know, while our friends come back."

Quinn seemed reluctant but he was right. They didn't have much to do until Santana and Blaine came back. So she nodded and he led them to the table she had been sitting with Santana before. He asked the waiter for a beer for him and a glass of water for her.

They eyed the dance floor in case their friends initiated any more confrontations. After a while they started talking and laughing, oblivious of the drama that would soon unravel at the club.

"Sorry about earlier," said Blaine to Tom as loudly as he could so he could be heard over the sound of the blasting music.

"Don't worry about it. Was he your boyfriend or something?"

Blaine laughed humorlessly, "No. Just a guy I slept and stupidly fell in love with. He doesn't want me, though."

Tom searched for Kurt in the crowded dance floor. He found him quite close to where they were and Tom could tell Kurt intended to remain near them.

"I disagree," he said as he noticed the constant glances the other man gave in Blaine's direction.

Kurt acted like he didn't care for the events down at the bar and grabbed the first guy he found, dancing dangerously close. He had his eyes fixed on Blaine, though. When Blaine was whirled around by Tom, Kurt attacked the man he was dancing with, kissing him roughly. Blaine saw that and immediately averted his gaze. He didn't need a reminder of how big of a jerk Kurt was. And how stupid Blaine was for developing feelings for him.

"Wanna get back at him?" Tom suddenly said. Blaine knit his brow in confusion as Tom proceeded, "You know, make him jealous. I'm all for it if that's what you want."

Blaine contemplated the offer. "What do you have in mind?"

"Just follow my lead."

Tom turned to look at Kurt and Blaine did the same. He still was making out passionately with the unknown guy. When oxygen became necessary, they broke apart and Kurt twisted around to watch Blaine's reaction. They locked eyes for a brief instant, before Tom grabbed Blaine's face and kissed him tenderly on the cheek. Blaine's attention focused on the blond man, his eyes wide.

Tom winked at him and Blaine smiled, understanding the game. He took Tom's hand and looked up. Tom pulled him by the waist with his free hand and they were now as close as they were allowed. Blaine didn't know if this would work but he figured he had nothing to lose. They started dancing, almost grinding against each other. Blaine threw his head back and shot a look at Kurt who had stopped dancing and was staring intently at him. He laughed and returned his attention to Tom, snaking his arms behind his neck.

After a few minutes, Blaine felt a strong pull on his arm and was suddenly being dragged through the crowd by a not so happy Kurt. Blaine gave a terrified look to Tom who shrugged and winked at him, trying to reassure him in some way. This was what they had intended, after all, to get Kurt jealous.

They arrived at the hallway that led to the bathrooms and Kurt slammed Blaine against the wall, placing his arms on either side of Blaine's face. He was a bit frightened but tried not to let it show. He was not going to be intimidated by Kurt.

Kurt eyed him briefly before crashing their lips together in a passionate kiss. Blaine's eyes widened but he soon returned the kiss and was about to tangle his hands in Kurt's perfectly combed hair when he realized it was history repeating itself.

He pulled away, both of them panting heavily. Kurt was about to kiss him again when Blaine grabbed him by the shoulders, successfully stopping his advances.

"What… what the hell?" He asked breathlessly. His heart was beating so fast, he was sure the entire club could hear it pounding against his chest.

"You were having too much fun with that guy."

Blaine was starting to get angry.

"So you decided to drag me away from him?"

"I want to fuck you again," said Kurt bluntly. Blaine gaped at him, not believing how incredibly selfish this guy was. And unfortunately, Blaine still couldn't find it in himself to hate him.

"W-wh.. No!" He all but stammered. "You can't come to me whenever you want to have sex! I'm not a sex toy!"

"And yet, you seem to really enjoy it every time we do fuck." Kurt smiled. Blaine could tell he was making fun of him. He was getting angrier with each passing second.

"Well, yeah! I enjoyed because I like you! And I don't want to sleep with you again because, even if you're a jerk, I could fall in love with you!"

Kurt stiffened. His entire expression changed and his eyes grew darker. Blaine was taken aback and was, frankly, a little bit scared. Kurt placed his arms against the wall again, caging Blaine.

"Love? You could fall in love with me?" he let out a small laugh, "Well, you are a silly little brat after all, aren't you?"

Blaine was hurt by that comment but stood his ground. Inside, though, he was frightened. Kurt had a possessed look on his face, like Blaine had woken up a monster living inside him when he mentioned the word 'love'.

"Listen to me. Feelings are stupid. They are useless. Nothing good ever comes from loving people. And you are stupid for believing otherwise." Kurt spat cruelly.

Blaine frowned and he could feel a lump forming in his throat.

"Wake up and stop being such an idiot. What did you expect? You'd confess your true feelings for me and I'd reciprocate them? Sorry to disappoint you. I don't believe in feelings and I certainly don't believe in love."

The lump was still there and now tears were threatening to appear. Blaine mustered all his strength to keep them from streaming down his face. He was hurt by Kurt's mean words but he also felt anger rising inside him, giving him the courage he needed to answer back. He swallowed hardly and lifted his gaze to meet Kurt's.

"I'd rather love and feel and get hurt by it than shutting myself from the rest of the world. At least I'm trying. At least I'm giving myself the chance to be happy. If that's stupid then yes, I'm stupid. But I don't care. And… and I feel sorry for you, because you're destined to live a miserable life if you continue doing this. You think going through life without feelings is better? Well, I think it's sad. I may be a silly brat but you're just pathetic. I would rather suffer for love all my life than being numb like you are."

Kurt was frowning and staring directly into Blaine's teary eyes with an unreadable look in his eyes. Blaine was breathing heavily after saying all those things. The intensity of Kurt's gaze was becoming unbearable. He turned around and left quickly as the tears he'd been trying to keep came down his face.

He walked through the dance floor, avoiding the dancing couples and drunken men trying to make advances at him. He spotted Santana with Finn and almost ran towards them. Santana saw him and realized he was crying. She felt her blood boiling with rage. When he arrived to where they were, she was seeing red.

"Where the hell is that asshole? Let me find him! I'm gonna kick his ass! Bastard!"

Blaine just tugged at her arm, begging her with his eyes to just get out of that place. She frowned and turned to say to Finn:

"You tell your friend that if I ever see him again, I'll fucking kill him."

Finn just closed his eyes and shook his head. He knew there was no way this would end up nicely. Santana and Blaine disappeared through the crowd and Finn was left alone on the dance floor, trying to find his brother.

He caught sight of Kurt, who hadn't moved since Blaine left. He was staring into space and still had a frown on his face. Finn sighed. He was tired and annoyed, not to mention slightly angry at whatever Kurt did or said to hurt Blaine. He had to admit, the kid had grown on him.

Finn made his way towards him and asked him to leave. Kurt just nodded absentmindedly and both of them set out to find Puck.

Quinn was actually having a good time talking to the guy with the Mohawk. They were as different as two people could be but seemed to get along just fine. The conversation was interrupted, unfortunately, when Santana and Blaine passed by. Santana turned around and yelled.

"Quinn, let's go. NOW."

Quinn was out of her seat in a heartbeat. She turned to see Puck who looked as surprised as she was.

"I-I'm sorry, I have to go."

"Wait!" He grabbed her arm, "Can I.. Could you give me your number? I-I'd love to talk to you again."

'Shit, why am I so nervous?' He thought to himself as he waited for her answer.

She quickly took out a pen from her purse. 'How convenient' Puck thought, smiling, as she grabbed a napkin from the table and scribbled her number. She tossed it to him and ran to catch up with her friends.

He saved the napkin on his wallet just as Kurt and Finn appeared, telling him they were leaving. He smiled as he and Finn spoke at the same time.

"This was the best night of my life."

"This was the worst night of my life."

Quinn, Santana and Blaine made it out of the bar. Blaine had stopped crying and was now deadly silent. Quinn and Santana kept exchanging worried looks. When they got to the car, Quinn hopped into the driver's seat while Santana opened the other door and Blaine got in the back. Ten minutes later, Puck, Kurt and Finn also got out and reached their car.

Both car rides where silent, with Kurt and Blaine deep in thoughts of one another.